Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Can,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
World's Most,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.